May 30th, 1944

Dear Bea,

I'm sorry Bumblebee. I've been trying to talk him out of it for months, since before Danny was killed. But now? I got a letter from him too, telling me his mind was made up and that he was going to do it as soon as he told you and Mom. I would try again to talk him out of it, but I don't think I'll get anywhere. Not anymore. He's just as stubborn as the rest of us, Bea. Besides, I have a feeling that, by the time my letter even reaches him, he'll have already done it.

The best we can do now is support him and pray that he'll make it through to the other side. I know it's not what you were hoping to hear from me, but I don't know what else to say, Bea.

You're right, though. It is a good thing that Gordon's going too. They'll be able to look out for one another. And over here? That's only a good thing, Bea.

You keep hoping, Bumblebee. We're all working hard to make it happen and knowing you all at home are rooting for us helps. I know it probably doesn't feel like it, but it does. And so do your letters. More than I can say. You should see the effect just seeing the letters coming has on all of us here. I can't stop smiling when I get one from you or Mom or Jack. Steve's face just lights up when you send him one. You know the only time he gets mail is when you write him? Other than fanmail, at least. But fanmail just makes him uncomfortable, so yours are the only letters that count, he says.

And keep having fun. Mom's right. Danny wouldn't want you to stop having fun. He may have been the least fun and most serious of us, but he wouldn't have wanted that either. Though you're probably right about the dancing with boys part. So in his stead, I feel I must remind you that you're too young to be dancing close with boys, even nice ones. But for me, I say maybe a little close is okay. But not too close, either. And no kissing. Not until you're thirty. Got it?

And Jack is not as handsome as me. That's blasphemy, Bumblebee. I'm hurt. Everyone knows I'm the best-looking brother.

Don't feel bad about going to Coney Island without me. I'd rather you all go and have some fun. I'll be jealous, sure, but you'll just have to make it up to me by coming with me once we get back. Deal?

I hope we'll be home soon too. We're getting there. The next few months will tell, really. But our side is doing well. At this rate, the War will be over and we'll be home soon. Maybe not before Jack gets shipped out, but hopefully he won't have to be over here long.

If he hasn't left yet when you get this, give Jack a hug from me. Mom too.

Love you, Bumblebee.

Bucky

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